What will be the consequences of our grand parade?
Bloody ticker-tape, falling at our feet
It's a feast for the senses, breathe in that hickory smoke
And while you pray I choke, the band begins to play
If this must be our final song
Let's dance all night, dance all night
Because I know your every move
Let's dance all night
Come over here baby, I'll shake my hips for you
We'll go spinning round the boxes
Filled with incidents, our lovely parallels, the artifacts of love
If it weren't for bad choices, I'd have Etta James
Well spiked lemonade and your nails across my back
If this must be our final song
Let's dance all night, dance all night
Because I know your every move
Let's dance all night
Come over here baby, I'll shake my hips for you
If this must be our final song
Let's dance all night, dance all night
Because I know your every move
Let's dance all night
Come over here baby, I'll shake my hips for you